The Last April I StayedEvery April Fools' Day, my boyfriend joined his childhood friend in the same cruel prank, pretending to propose to me.
Last year, I slipped the ring onto my finger, my heart full of hope. Suddenly, the mechanism snapped tight. Pain shot through my hand, and I cried out.
He apologized afterward and promised that, this year, the proposal would be real.
As such, I arrived carefully dressed, believing him.
Instead, I was met with a face full of cake.
He reached out gently, wiping the cream from my face as if it were nothing more than a harmless joke.
However, this time, I took a step back.
After six disappointments, I chose to walk away.
So why was it that, in the end, he was the one consumed by regret?